Of course it’s a weapon! Something that large, that fast, that powerful? What else could it be? Why would anyone build something that big if it wasn’t a weapon?
I’ve heard tales from my own créche that, back in the dawns of the depths, our people built the ship you call Spelljammer. It was to be the crowning glory of our people, a complete lair in which we could dominate all others. At her heart were to be a thousand of our kind, stripped of our chitinous shells and held naked and quivering as little more than a huge engine for the ship.
But then it was sabotaged. The tale says an abomination of another beholder race placed the evil within, but I look at the rise of humans in space and I wonder, oh yes, I wonder. . . . So a flaw was introduced that spread from brother to brother throughout the engine until all were mad. Then the ship broke free of its bounds and began running, leaving destruction in its wake. And it has been running for a long time now.
I don’t know if the tale is true, but if it is, then the Spelljammer is ours by right. And I intend to take it back.
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